Douglas and Valentina

Valentina came home late that morning. Her hair was tousled, her clothes were in disarray, and her heel was broken. Her panties were torn. Douglas had no disillusion what she'd been up to."Get over here," she said, her voice slurred. Douglas crawled over, hesitantly, skeptically. He placed a soft kiss to her feet. He kissed up to her thighs. Her cunt was leaking cum. Her ass was leaking cum. Copious amounts of cum.

"How many?" Douglas asked. Valentina shrugged.

"Ten? Twelve? I wasn't counting, mi amor. But I am counting on you to be hungry." Douglas stared at the latina pussy reluctantly. But then she grabbed him by the years, and fed him, until her holes were perfectly clean, and Douglas's belly bloated.